A.N. I just bought The Casual Vacancy. Ive not had time at all with everything going on recently, but ive still managed to squeeze a couple of chapters in and I really like it! If you haven't already, go and buy it. JK has gone back up in my estimations after making Ron live. Bleurgh.

Anyway, it gave me this little idea. Its not a council situation, like the book, but the idea of a "casual vacancy" sparked my interest. To make this work, I had to be nice with Ron and not make him evil. Which was surprisingly easier than I imagined. I hope you guys like the story.

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6.11 A casual vacancy is deemed to have occurred:

a) When a local Councillor fails to make his declaration of acceptance of office within the proper time; or
b) when his notice of resignation is received; or
c) on the day of his death…

Charles Arnold-Baker
Local Council Administration
Seventh Edition.

Ronald Weasley smiled as he took his wifes hand, looking out onto the garden from their seat on the porch. He remembered when they first bought the house, Hermione had spent all her time in the garden, planting every kind of flower he had ever seen Neville had been quite impressed when they held their house-warming party. Hermione spent several years maintaining her paradise, but soon gave up when the children came along. The flowers turned to weeds, statues moved for swings and toys, the only adult thing in sight was the muggle barbeque in the corner. Of course, the garden was still full of weeds and the swings remained, but toys became hammocks and shrieks of joy became those of annoyance as his children grew into teenagers.

Drinking his coffee, Ron only wished he was as young now as he was then. He had been feeling out of sorts lately, put it down to stress from work. He was and Auror, which involved working with Blaise Zabini, Hermione worked with Draco Malfoy is the Magical Law Enforcement department. Over the years old differences had been laid to rest and friendships were made. He felt slightly sorry for the two men. At 41, they still hadn't found a love like what he had with Hermione. She sat next to him now as he leaned over, and squeezed her hand in his with a small Dumbledore-like smile and gaze.

After a few moments, Ron started to feel unwell again. His body began to shake slightly and he could no longer hold his coffee. At the crash of his mug on the floor, Hermione turned and gasped at the sight in front of her. Her husband was clenching his chest, balling his hands into fists. He was struggling to breathe.

"Ron? RONALD!"

A.N. I know this was short, but it had to be really. I promise, the rest of the story wont involve people you love dying. Okay, I don't promise, but I will try! And by the way, im sorry if the ages of the kids don't add up, I got really confused, so just go with it. What do you guys think? You know the protocol, be polite and leave a short review. Stay beautiful!